#bagginshieldfluffyfeb

[emsiecat]

Protectiveness doesn't have to be a physical protection through the strength of a sword, but can be in smaller, loving ways :3

Yet another @bagginshieldhappiness (and anon) prompt for my last contribution to the Fluffy February Event.

I'd like to thank everyone who left kudos and comments, you're all such lovely people <3 and thank you ever so much for reading. As I have been asked by a couple of people, I'd just like to say; yes I will certainly participate in more Bagginshield events, they're so fun! However, for the next couple of months I will be working on my current multi-chapter fic 'Alone this Yuletide'. With this in mind, if there's any events during this time, I won't be able to post a fanfic every day as I have in this one, but I'll gladly post one here or there to participate all the same =)

Thanks again, dearies!

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If an outsider were to ever look at the dynamic between Thorin and Bilbo based solely on first impressions, they may be forgiven for assuming that Thorin was the more protective of the two. Lavishing his hobbit husband with care and attention whilst making sure he was safe from harm.

However, this was not quite correct.

True, Thorin felt a level of protectiveness towards Bilbo, and he always felt the need to ensure his happiness; but the dwarf knew Bilbo could defend himself and it was actually Bilbo who fussed over Thorin more than the other way around.

After the events of the Quest, Bilbo felt an inherent desire to care for and protect his dwarf. He would not have been much use on a battlefield, this he knew, but he was more than willing to keep his dwarf from harm in other, more inconsequential ways.

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[emsiecat]

A teensy bit of angst regarding Bilbo's state of mind following the events in the Battle of the Five Armies. But fear not, he's got his schmoopy, devoted dwarf husband there to help.

I seem to be stealing all your prompts, @bagginshieldhappiness (and your anon's in this case), I'm not sure whether to apologise or not. XD This one is: Imagine after BotFA, Bilbo starts to associate winter with negative feelings because it just reminds him that he almost lost Thorin. Thorin does his best to make sure Bilbo is always warm, making him hot drinks, sitting with him by the fire, etc

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Even though they had returned to the Shire, winter still doggedly hounded his thoughts like a wailing spectre.

Erebor, Ravenhill, the madness, and the battle were all a world away from here. The gently rolling hills, the green and lush country of the Shire enveloped the two of them like a warm blanket; healed their wounds both physical and emotional, and made them whole and hale again.

But winter… winter would find him no matter where they chose to make their home, and from the moment the last of the leaves were banished from the trees and the nights drew in, Bilbo was distressed.

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[emsiecat]

I promised myself I'd never try and be funny or write crack... I'm a dirty rotten liar.

After seeing a post by @radioproxy discussing the Needles and Roses AU, and how that in real life whenever you see a tattoo parlour there will invariably be a florist nearby; my head jumped straight into conspiracy theories and crackfic hell. THIS monstrosity is the outcome. For the sake of your collective sanity, I apologise <3

"Needles and Roses" is the wonderful brainchild of @tosquinha and @radioproxy . I am so so sorry for this you two! XD I took a LOT of artistic liberties with your plot I think.

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a tattoo parlour must be in want of a florist.

Such seemed to be the case on every high street the country over. Where you found one, the other was never very far away.

There on the corner would be the tattoo parlour, and just a little way down the street, a florist. It was the way of things, a gentle constant as old as tattoo parlours themselves.

It was, in actual fact, the code.

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[emsiecat]

Another prompt by @bagginshieldhappiness : Newlyweds AU where Thorin keeps going around referring to Bilbo as “my consort, Bilbo,” and “my husband,” in every other sentence, and everyone is all “Yes we know he’s your husband.”  He’s just so happy and proud though.

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"- and my consort, Bilbo," Thorin finished off introductions with a wide smile aimed at his new husband and the hobbit felt himself return the fond look with one of his own.

It was remarkable how at ease and how happy Thorin seemed now that there was no life threatening quest, dragon to slay, or enemies at his gates to vanquish. The hard lines of his face and tendency towards darker brooding moods had been softened with the reclamation and beginnings of restoration to Erebor.

Now, having recently married Bilbo as well, Thorin seemed completely content and was far more apt to smile than frown these days… saving perhaps when in certain unavoidable trade negotiations with particular elves that shall remain nameless.

Bilbo honestly could not be happier, though an entirely different life from his old one back in the Shire was definitely taking some getting used to; he was for the most part as content as the dwarf king.

There was one small thing though…

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[emsiecat]

Sorry this is late. I was working on Hobbit feet for my cosplay 8D Today’s prompt was by @alkjira as written in this post. Also that banner is just a living room I thought screamed modern Prim and Drogo sooo that’s why I chose it.

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"Hand Frodo over to me, now!"

The voice was deep, angry, and vaguely threatening, and caused Bilbo to startle something awful as he held a fussing, whimpering Frodo as securely as possible in one arm, and a stuffed to capacity duffle bag in the other.

"I beg your pardon?" Bilbo fairly sputtered as he fumbled with the keys to Primula and Drogo's house; turning to face the owner of the voice, he made sure to tighten his grip on his cousins' son slightly.

"Take what possessions you have there, but leave the child be, I will not let you kidnap him."

Bilbo finally got a good look at the man addressing him and felt a sense of foreboding. He was much taller than Bilbo, solidly built, and had a menacing look about him as if he might try and take Frodo away by force if Bilbo did not comply.

It took a few moments of gawping and blinking and poor Frodo starting to cry again due to the cold night air and tense atmosphere surrounding him, but finally understanding began to dawn in Bilbo's mind.

"You think I'm a kidnapper? A- a burglar!?" Bilbo puffed up, wariness replaced with indignant anger. "How dare you, sir! This is my cousins' home and I'm here to look after Frodo."

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[emsiecat]

Just a short little thing today (pardon the pun :B) . Regarding an idea justswishnflick came up with indicating that Thorin would be happy to be amongst hobbits having spent most of his life being looked down on by the taller races. Poor Thorin had height issues =P

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When Thorin had lived in Erebor as a prince of dwarves, stature was not something he overly concerned himself with thinking about. He knew from his lessons with Balin and Óin as a dwarfling that most other races were taller than dwarves were. He knew that their physiology differed in various ways. What he did not know, however, was how it felt to be looked down upon; both metaphorically and physically.

He was royalty; heir to one of the wealthiest kingdoms in Middle Earth. Thus, whether he be dwarf, man, or elf, that kind of standing would mean that he was well respected no matter his height.

After Smaug of course, all that had changed.

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[hobbitunderthemountain]

It had been snowing for the past two days and Thorin was settled comfortably in his armchair which was situated opposite of Bilbo’s armchair. He had not left this armchair for what seemed like an eternity, a wool blanket covered his legs and bare feet, he had a book in hand and a mug of hot tea within his reach.

When the bell rang, Thorin was thoroughly confused and startled. His eyes went to the parlor’s windows where the sight of blowing snow greeted him.

Who on earth could be at the door?

[emsiecat]

Prompt by @bagginshieldhappiness: Modern AU where they meet when they bring their dogs to obedience training. The dogs look comically similar to their owners.

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Roäc was not a bad dog, not in the slightest. The problem was that the young Husky cross was simply far too intelligent for his own good and he damn well knew it too.

If there was mischief to be had, Roäc would find it. If there was a house rule to break, Roäc would probably break it (much to the amused delight of Thorin's nephews). Dis's prized flowers dug up (they were rather ugly, Roäc was doing them a favour in Thorin's opinion), couch chewed (it was old, Thorin didn't like it anyway), neighbours barked at (they were snobs, no loss there), and food cupboards ingeniously raided (see, intelligent).

Dís had finally put her foot down though, and insisted Thorin take Roäc to obedience classes. "If he's so damned smart, he should have no problem picking up the lessons."

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